Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Stay Part2 (Fazila)

These tears could not stop dripping, staring at my sweet daughter further adding to the turmoil in my heart, what would I be without her presence? And what would my life be without an apology from Ummi my sweet daughter.

Alan... You gotta go home, kid! Fazila's at home! Opa and Oma had already picked her up at the dorm. Fortunately Fatimah gave her permission so that Opa could bring Fazila home, tonight she would stay the night. Mama is very happy...

After reading Mama's short message, all the pain I felt because Seren seemed to evaporate into space. Without thinking long I immediately grabbed the suit I attached to the back of the chair, ran towards the parking lot and then drove like an insane person. Fortunately the streets this afternoon were not so crowded that I got home without having to get stuck in a long traffic jam.

"Tante, this is so good. Unfortunately Fazila can't eat it."

I was still staring at my little angel from behind the door, her beautiful face showing off sadness. I don't know what makes it that sad until he can't eat the food that Mama deliberately prepared on the dining table.

The face of Oma and Opa looks frustrating. I guess, since my sweet daughter set foot in the magnificent house of Wijaya residence, she has not eaten anything, is that possible? If it's my sweet daughter then it's possible.

Fazila never separated from Umminya, now he will stay at the house of Omanya, a new family that is not even too familiar to him.

"Why baby? Do you want to eat other food? Tell Auntie she'll ask all the Art here to make food to your taste." Sabina, my beautiful sister even took part. Looks like Mama, Papa, Oma and Opa can't comfort my sweet daughter.

"Ummi can't eat without Fazila at his side! Fazila was the same, Fazila could not eat without Ummi! Fazila misses Ummi."

"Assalamu'alaikum...!" I walked in while showing off a smile, a smile that I was trying to display to cover up my sadness.

"Italian...!" Say all the family members, including my sweet daughter in it.

"Sat...!" My sweet daughter ran towards me, her thin lips looked wrinkled, her pretty face started to shed tears.

"Take where? Fazila misses Abi, Fazila misses Ummi too! Hiks.Hiks!" The tears I didn't want to see were shed. I don't want to cry anymore, and this pain can't come near my sweet daughter.

"What's wrong? Did Grandma scold you? Tell Abi that Abi will scold him!" I asked while cleaning up Fazila's tears.

"Everyone's very nice, aunt Sabina's good too." Reply to my sweet daughter while tightening her embrace. I walked towards the dining table holding my sweet daughter. No words came out of his mouth when I sat him next to Oma Ochi.

"You see everybody's face? They look very worried! Did Abi's daughter overwhelm everyone?" I asked while looking at her face. That face told of his deep sadness, the sadness that could be read from my glasses as a father.

"Lt is... Fazila made everyone worry! Fazila cannot live in a place where there is no Ummya. Fazila also could not eat without Ummi!" My sweet daughter's honest words tore through the depths of my heart.

For a moment I stared at Mama, Papa, Oma, Opa and Sabina's faces. They also feel the same sadness, is this what people say by the name of family? They will cry with you when you are sad, and they will laugh with you when you are happy! I admit that I am very stupid, for even something as simple as this I learned after my sweet daughter entered my life filled with tears, regret and sadness.

"Abi is here! Abi will always be with you! Abi will laugh with you, Abi will cry with you, Abi will also eat with you, Is the beautiful princess Abi going to accompany Abi to eat?" I asked as I lifted Fazila's chin, My little angel chose to remain silent no matter how I urged her to speak. His thin lips again pursed, the clear droplets dripped back from his big eyes.

I kissed his palm with an incredible feeling. A split second later he stopped his pill cry as he stared at the tears in my eyes that had accidentally dripped right over the back of his hand.

"Has Abi not eaten yet?" That innocent question came out of my sweet daughter's lips after she stopped her crying. There was no answer from me, I could only remain silent, still enduring the grief.

"Fazila will eat with Abi." My daughter's beautiful face showed off a smile as beautiful as the full moon, no more look of sadness she showed.

I looked back at everyone's faces, Mama, Papa, Opa, Oma and Sabina, they smiled at me as if nothing had happened. This warmth gently caressed the bottom of my heart, instantly flashed the shadow of the mother's face of my sweet daughter, either when the three of us would eat together like today.

...***...

Five hours have passed since my sweet daughter left for her grandmother's house, for some reason my heart felt empty in her absence. After I finished the Salat and read the Quran I did not even do anything, I lay down on the bed with a rough sigh. Usually I always turn off the phone at night, somehow I forget to turn it off, it seems my mind is too focused on my sweet daughter.

Just getting ready for bed, suddenly the phone I put on the nightstand rang. Although lazy I still grabbed it with my right hand, seeing the name printed on the screen of my thin lip phone instantly carved a smile.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." I smiled as I heard the strands of words that Nyai Latifa had strung together. I could imagine her happy face, because I smiled at her.

"really? When's Nyai?" I asked enthusiastically that was not much different from Nyai Latifa.

"Tomorrow..." Nyai Latifa's words stopped because someone called her.

"Fatimah, we'll be watching Fazila's performance from the studio. Our flight's at 9:30." Connect Nyai Latifa over there.

"See you tomorrow. Assalamu'alaikum." Say Nyai Latifa again without extending the conversation.

"Wa'alaikum..." Reply me.

Our conversation ended, I smiled while recalling Nyai Latifa's words, she will watch Fazila's live performance on stage? That's really big news. I smiled to myself as I imagined the happy face of my sweet daughter who would meet her grandparents.

Just imagining the happy face of my sweet daughter, the phone I put on the bed came ringing again. For a moment I frowned, staring at the new number that appeared on my phone screen.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Sapaku.

I don't know which freak dares to call me in the middle of the night like this. Time just showed at 21:00 but for me at 21:00 it included midnight. I always get used to sleeping at the beginning of the night so I can wake up in the third of the night.

Mmmmmm!

I cleared my throat in a pretty slow voice, I deliberately did that so that the owner of the voice over there showed his courage, she said, two minutes passed but he was still silent until I finally decided to turn off the phone in my hand.

"Fazila is here, Mi! Fazila misses Ummi. Fazila can't sleep without Ummi!"

The hoarse voice of my sweet princess filled my sense of hearing, it felt like I wanted to run towards her and give a hug to my little Angel. She must be very sad, there was nothing I could do but try to strengthen her with words that could calm her down.

"Mmmm! Is beautiful princess Ummi crying? Wah... Ummi is really proud of you because lately you've been making Ummi sad." My God hugged my daughter's favorite doll.

"Ummi is the worst Ummi in the World, because Ummi let his beautiful daughter cry alone" I greeted her again with a casual greeting.

"Why did Ummi say that? Ummi is the best Ummi in the World, Fazila won't give anyone complaining to Ummi, Fazila promises." Reply My sweet daughter over there, her crying was not heard anymore, I started to smile because I knew she was starting to calm down.

"Tell Ummi, is everyone being nice to you? Do you want Ummi to scold them?" I asked with a smile, my excited voice managed to make my sweet daughter laugh loosely. For a moment, only laughter sounded. I think I miss my sweet daughter so much, I smile but my eyes shed tears.

"Do you know it's night now?" I asked while wiping the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Now, sleep! You have to be nice to everyone, don't be naughty there. Even though Ummi is far from you you are always in every pull and exhale of Ummi. Ummi loves you very much." My welcome slowly.

"Fazila also loves Ummi!"

Klikkk!

The conversation ended with a smile and greeting.

...***...

"Do you want Abi to take you to Ummi? If Abi's daughter wants to, Abi will!" I spoke while looking at my daughter's pretty face, there was no telling from her, she ducked while shaking her head.

"No."

"Why not? You won't be able to sleep without Ummi, and Abi won't be able to sleep if you don't sleep."

I approached Fazila and then hugged her, if I had thought this was the first time I had held my sweet daughter. Am I not a pathetic father? Well, I'm a pathetic father, and I admit that.

"Amir and Lisa live with their father and mother! When can Fazila stay with Ummi and Abi? Fazila wants to stay with you both."

My sweet daughter's heartfelt words shook the bottom of my heart. How do I answer the short question? A question I don't know the answer to. This time I lay down on his right side while gently patting his shoulder.

"You see the sky tonight? The night sky offers only darkness. Abi's life used to be just like the night sky, dark without light.

But, ever since Abi's daughter came, Abi's life began to change. There is no more darkness, no more sorrow, only hope. Hope to always be happy and make princess Abi happy. Thank you for being Abi's daughter." I said in a soft voice, while my sweet daughter whom I spoke to was fast asleep.

Slowly my finger grabbed the phone I put on the nightstand, then idly stared at the portrait of my little angel.

His thin lips that always chanted the Qur'an, and his big eyes that always bowed and shed tears when he missed Umminya, imagining all that alone made my heart feel like sliced, poignant. It was so painful that I couldn't move my whole body.

Oh Allah... Thank you for letting me hug my sweet daughter. Not just looking at her portrait, my sweet daughter even slept next to me. I said with a smile and then kissed the beautiful portrait of Meyda Noviana Fazila in all white clothes, after which I kissed the top of Fazila's head. It was a miracle for me when my sweet daughter hugged me like tonight.

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